thighs. She steps out one leg at a time.
“Owen.” Her voice trembles.
“I’m right here, Layla. I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she whispers, her voice so low I almost didn’t hear her. “I need you.”
Unable to resist, I lean in and place a kiss on her belly before climbing to my feet. It takes Herculean effort to keep my eyes on hers and not let them trail over her delectable naked body. I know she needs my attention, and that’s what she’s going to get. We have a lifetime for me to memorize every inch of her.
“Can I touch you?”
She exhales loudly. “Finally.”
I don’t even try to hold back my chuckle. “Oh, she’s got jokes,” I say, lifting her with my hands on her hips and toss her on the bed. Before she’s done bouncing, I’m crawling over the top of her. My lips find hers, cutting off our laughter. I kiss her until her body fully relaxes under me. Knowing I need to protect her, I pull away and reach for the box of condoms I bought when we got back from Florida from the nightstand. Tearing open the box, I toss a foil packet on the bed next to us, before dropping the box on the floor.
“You good?” I ask, needing to know this is still what she wants.
“I’m good.” Her hands roam down my chest.
“Not this time, beautiful. You’ve had your fun for weeks. It’s my turn, and I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she assures me.
“Yeah?” I settle onto the bed next to her, resting my weight on my elbow so I can look down at her. “Let me see,” I say huskily.
There is a slight tremble in my hands as I cup her breasts, rolling her pert nipple between my thumb and index finger. Layla arches her back off the bed, telling me without words that she likes what I’m doing. I shimmy down the bed a little, and capture a nipple in my mouth, while still playing with the other. Fuck me, but her skin is soft and sweet—not that I expected anything less from my Layla. Her hands roam over my back, and her nails begin to dig in.
My lips trail from one breast to the other, while my hand glides over her belly until I find the lips of her pussy. With my index finger, I test her wetness, before sinking one digit inside her.
“O-wen,” she breathes my name.
“Too much?” I lift my head to gauge her reaction.
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s not enough.”
My lips find their way to hers, and I kiss her lazily. I need her relaxed and dripping with need so I don’t hurt her. I lose track of time as we kiss, adding another finger and lazily pumping in and out of her.
“Please,” she begs against my lips. “More, Owen. I need more. You’re driving me insane.”
“More of this,” I say, adding a third finger.
“Unh, th-that’s nice, but I need you.”
“This is me.”
“No, this.” She slides her hand between our bodies that are slick with sweat and grips my cock.
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Now.”
My girl is demanding. She’s ready. I move to hover over her, fisting my cock, stroking from root to tip as I stare down at the love of my life. “I love you, Layla. This is going to be uncomfortable, so you tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t shatter, Owen.” She reaches for the condom and tears it open, handing it to me. She watches intently. I’m sure so she can do it on her own the next time.
She’s right. My girl is strong, a fighter. She’s fought to be where she is, to make a better life for herself, and I’m humbled she chose me to live her life with. Leaning down, I brace my hands on either side of her head. “Guide me in, Layla. We’re going to take this nice and slow.”
Her soft hand grips my cock as she aligns me at her entrance. I’m torn. I want to watch her eyes as we feel each other for the first time, but I also want to distract her from the pain. I need to watch her to make sure she’s okay. I bend my head to kiss her lips but pull back as I push into her one slow, torturous inch at a time.
“Oh.” Her mouth forms the perfect O as I push in a little further.
“You good, babe?”
“F-Full. So full.”
“More?”
“Yes.”